Part I. Day 1st/october,19,saturday

SCRATCHES

By James Blackwood

PROLOGUE (SPEECH)

PART I. DAY 1ST/OCTOBER,19,SATURDAY

CHAPTER I. ARTHATE'S ARRIVAL (INSTRUMENTAL)

CHAPTER II. BLACKWOOD MANSION

CHAPTER III. THE FIRST NIGHTMARE - "FIREPLACE SCRATCHES"

PART II. DAY 2ND/OCTOBER,20,SUNDAY

CHAPTER I. RAINY SUNDAY (INSTRUMENTAL)

CHAPTER II. HIDDEN ROOM

CHAPTER III. ROBIN (INSTRUMENTAL)

CHAPTER IV. THE LETTER

CHAPTER V. THE SECOND NIGHTMARE - "DHALMAAR MASK"

CHAPTER VI. THE THIRD NIGHTMARE - "INTO THE STOVE"

CHAPTER VII. BACK TO BED (INSTRUMENTAL)

PART III. DAY 3RD/OCTOBER,21,MONDAY

CHAPTER I. THE THIRD DAY (INSTRUMENTAL)

CHAPTER II. COFFIN’S EMPTY

CHAPTER III. MARIA (INSTRUMENTAL)

CHAPTER IV. THE PHOTO

CHAPTER V. INSIDE THE CHAPEL

CHAPTER VI. IN THE SEARCH FOR COMPONENTS

CHAPTER VII. READY TO ESCAPE

CHAPTER VIII. THE RITUAL (INSTRUMENTAL)

CHAPTER IX. EVIL IS GONE!/IS EVIL GONE?

CHAPTER X. SCRATCHES….AGAIN

EPILOGUE (INSTRUMENTAL)

ORIGINAL CONCEPT SCRIPT IS WRITTEN BY NUCLEOSYS COMPANY

ALL MUSIC AND LYRICS ARE WRITTEN BY KING OF DARKNESS

(т.е Шамонов Дмитрий ВасильевичJ)

KING OF DARKNESS 2006-2007

PROLOGUE

Storyteller: "Heh, did you ever listen to scratches in the night?

They're so close to you, behind the wall, or in the cellar. Little rats?

May be, may be, heh...One man firstly thought like you, but

then he....hmmm...ok, I’ll tell you all from his person...listen to me"

PART I. Day I. October,19,Saturday

Chapter I - Arthate's Arrival

Chapter II - Blackwood Mansion

10 pm

Michael Arthate:

“Now gates are locked

They're behind my back

Before my eyes Victorian Mansion

I had arrived to Rothberry

To this strange place

I know it keeps a secret

I entered hall

Here is so cold

So dark inside, thrilling my nerves

I will live here

I need all it

To finish my future horror bestseller

to finish my novel...

I know in this house lived

The Blackwood family

Something happened at these walls

All things here saw the cause

Here is no light

here is no warm

With electrics maybe something wrong

Pictures at walls

Goya and Bosch

Dark hallways connect the rooms, full of curse

And I'll live here

And I'll work here

And may be I'll know

What had happened here

Blackwood Mansion

In this Blackwood Mansion

So dark so cold

Without light

The mystery's hidden beside

Blackwood Mansion

I want to sleep

Cause I'm so tired

I had not found

No source of light

In this

Blackwood Mansion

In this Blackwood Mansion

Ohm!

Clock strikes 7 pm

I can't see anything....I’ll go to bed and try to fall asleep

Chapter III. The First Nightmare - "Fireplace Scratches"

12pm

Oh! What a hell is it?

Oh! Am I going insane?

What a scratch do I hear?

Fear...

What a noise!

And where is from?

Can not understand?

I hear scratches

Like something crawls

Somewhere down

May be in the cellar!

What is it?

Oh, I don't know

I can't fall asleep

I must wake

I should know

What a hell scratch is disturbing my mind

Oh! May be I'll know

And the source of these scratches is in fireplace

Yes! That's right!

I must know

I will go down

To the cellar

And I will know

But I have no

Lamp or candle

I'm afraid of being there in darkness...

So.... oh, I'm in the maze

No, I can not

Enter cellar

And I don't hear

more scratches

Go to bed now

And try to sleep again...again...again..

PART II. Day II. October, 20,Sunday

Chapter I – Rainy Sunday

Oh, last night was just a dream,

Just an awful nightmare

What a strange noise did I hear…

I must know about this mansion and its hosts

More…

Rain’s behind my window, I can’t go out, there is a storm, and it is very cold here..

I must know more about this mansion….mansion

Chapter II – Hidden Room

In my room, I had found

Diaries of doctor Milton

He was friend and family doctor

Of Blackwood Family

He writes ‘bout strange night noise

Which he heard when went to sleep

And about strange voices, which are calling him

What a strange man was James Blackwood

He had killed his wife, I heard

Servant-girl from Spain, Maria,

Saw him when he buried her corpse in the garden

Blackwood was fond of African Culture

He collected the ancient rite things

One of it, he called “The Dhalmaar Mask”

I saw it in the Gallery

In his diaries James writes ‘bout tribe Dhalmaar

Tribe is so cruel, primitive and aggressive

The Dhalmaar Mask is a ritual mask of Black God

James thought that with this stolen mask

He brought a curse into his life…

Brrhh…it’s really scary

I must know more about this mansion

I must know more about its secrets

I must go to the third floor

I must see what is there?

Well, the third floor looks very scary..

It is deserted, still not repaired bathroom and toilet

Stairway to one of towers, and one more room,

With old and dusty door…

(It is strange room, there is a collection of dreadful pictures…

Ohh…what a sick mind is a creator of all it

Monsters look at me (nor men nor animals))

On the dirty table I found a draw, there is plan of this mansion

All 3 floors, nothing unusual but…the 2 floor, what is that?, near Kathryn bedroom

I did not

See that room

What a hell ween of mind?

Near James’ Wife Room there’s

In front of Gallery

There is a Secret Room

But I had not seen the door…

Why did they hide this room

I must find the way to enter it

I cut wallpaper but had not found the door

The enter is laid with stones

The one way is through one of towers

I must enter there…

I must enter there…

I tied the rope and threw it outside the window

I descended below, and saw the window of a secret room

What a Hell!

There is a Nursery!

There’s Hidden Room!

In this room I found the documents,

In 1967 had born Robin, James and Kathryn are parents?

But in 3 years boy had died from strange illness…

Hmmm….very interesting

Ohm… what else secrets do this mansion keep?

James and Kathryn had a son,

Little Robin died, as was ill

But what a reason of all them

Was to hide this nursery

Their Parental pain was large

But why all that was in a secret

Usual human tragedy

Or may be something’ more….

Chapter III – Robin

The Robin’s nursery was a little room

There was a little baby’s cradle,

A lot of toys, all this is so sad

Near the cradle there was an old decorated music box,

A little red flower inside it turned out and its music begins…

Rain’s behind window, here’s so dark and dull…

Robin…why had your parents hidden your room?

Chapter IV – The Letter

This house keeps a lot of secrets

I must throw down shroud of it

I found very interesting letter

Letter to Christopher Milton, Family friend and Doctor,

Letter from Kathryn, James’s Wife,

Very tender letter…

That was written in this message:

Kathryn:

Dear Chris, I write to you

For you I have news

My Dear Chris, It’s hard to tell

All our life is just a hell.

James fell asleep

And now I’m writing to you

My dear Chris, How I love you…

We can’t be together

We must live under masks

Masks of only friendship

But we feel the sense

Our love had grown

Inside me

Now we are three…

Michael Arthate:

Kathryn Blackwood and Christopher Milton were lovers?…

Hmmm…it is very interesting…so, may be little Robin was Son of Kathryn and Christopher,…”we are three”…

“We can’t be together

We must live under masks

Masks of only friendship

But we feel the sense

Our love had grown

Inside me

Now we are three…”

The second day of my investigation without light in this house has ended. But now I found little oil can, I have one source of light, that’s great

Oh, Clocks strike 7 pm.

I should go to bed…

Chapter V. The Second Nightmare - "Dhalmaar Mask"

What a goddamn thing…

I wake up from a dream,

I dreamed I was going

To Blackwood African Gallery

For what I didn’t even suppose

I opened the massive black doors

Nothing was unusual…but in this room

Wasn’t large show-case,

Which stood at the corner of room earlier

Instead of it I saw the door, which was locked, and boarded up

On the floor there was a hammer…. I took the hammer

What does this matter?

What Do I see?

What does this all matter?

What Do I see?

Oh! That was a dream

A dream in a dream and more…

I’m lying in my bed

But now I hear the sound of African drums

The sound is so real, It is becoming louder….

I must go there… I must go there

I closed my door, And understood

That I was right, The sound is from the Gallery

Someone’s playing tam-tams

I opened the massive black doors

I saw it all in my first dream

I carried out the show-case

And saw the door…

It is from my dream

I opened it and felt that someone else is here

I opened it and saw the mask…..

THE DHALMAAR MASK….

The rhythm is louder… Oh…What a curse?

Was Blackwood really right?

I decided to go out from room with mask

I turned out, but some supreme force made me turn out again

The MASK Had DISAPPEARED

DISAPPEARED

I was in shock, But I turned out again

I opened the door

And saw the MASK

THE DHALMAAR MASK

And It was behind the door

I screamed…………………………

Chapter VI. The Third Nightmare - "Into the Stove"

Well again…

Is it one another joke?

What a hell

What a joke

Scratches again

It’s a dream

Just a dream

The mask has dreamed to me

What a hell

Had I seen

Strange Déjà vu

Hammer in

The Gallery

It’s only a sign to me

What should I do?

What should I think?

Am I Insane?

What is the sign?

I hear the scratches again

It’s in the Fireplace…

I must go to the gallery

I must know is it a dream or reality

I enter the gallery

The Door is still here

The Mask is on its Place. It was not a dream…

But I hear the scratches again….

Now I must /GO DOWN/

Now I must /DOWN/

Go to Cellar

Now I must /GO DOWN/

Now I must /DOWN/

It’s enough to me

I must know what a hell!

I go downstairs to kitchen

The scratches are louder and louder?/I/

Open the door, descent with oil lamp

And there in the gloom of night

The scratches is unbearable

THERE IS the large stove

THERE IS the old stove

THERE IS rusty stove. OLD and DIRTY STOVE!!!!

Terrible stove like in dreadful thrillers

Now I realize this sound is from the stove..

If I want to know

I should enter it

I’m afraid of it

But it’s the only chance to know…

Oh….What am I doing?...It is a dream…

I’m inside the stove

I’m crawling further an further..

Sound is louder and louder…

Ah!! WHAT DID I SEE???

Someone is there

I saw the figure

Someone is there

I’m not alone

Through stove grating

I saw DEVIL

He Disturbs My Mind

Through stove grating

I saw SHADOW

It flashed so fast, HELL WEEN!!!

I’m not alone here…

I’m not alone here..

I’m not alone in this

BLACKWOOD MANSION

BLACKWOOD MANSION

Back to bed, faster…

Chapter VII. Back to Bed

Now I know that I am not alone here in these walls

I should be careful

I must know more about James Blackwood

Here is the mystery

May be all what I saw is a mind game

May be…who knows…

Now I need to lock my door

I need to sleep…

Fall asleep…

PART III. Day III. October, 21,Monday

Chapter I – The Third Day

It is again cold here… this is my third day

Was yesterday horror dream true? I don’t know..

But what I really know is that someone besides me lives in the mansion

Who? Or What? There are only questions.

I should get up and continue my investigation…if I want to know the truth.

Chapter II – Coffin’s Empty

It’s enough to me

Enough to be afraid

I’m not alone

It’s enough to be

Like mouse in a trap

I must know all

Here’s the crypt

As in every homage

The family crypt

I must enter there

And see by my own eyes

The Corpse of James Blackwood

See by my own eyes

To be sure

See by my own eyes

To calm down

And to be sure that Blackwood is dead

I found the crypt…

The crypt was at the backside of homage.

The doors were rusty and old. Since 1969 no one had opened it. Or not…

That’s all my thoughts, my mania. The doors were locked, But I have found the key,

I open it…

I’m inside the crypt

Here is so dark

I need more light

The coffins are here

Three or four or more

I can’t count them

I need source of light

Now I realize –

Break the glass vault!

I throw out the stone

And break the vault glass

Crypt is lit by light

Now I see the coffins

Two large coffins here

I open the one

Here’s woman corpse

Here’s Kathryn / Kathryn’s Dead/

An I open the second…

Can’t believe my eyes

Coffin’s empty

Can’t believe my eyes

Is James alive?

And does he live in Mansion Cellar?

Can’t believe my eyes

The great deceit

Can’t believe my eyes

How this can be

Now I know that I’m not alone in the house.

The Kathryn’s in the crypt

It means that the story ‘bout James, as a killer of his wife is false.

Maria lied (but for what?), photo was real…hmm…

I should know and find that photo…

Chapter III – Maria

Maria, young girl from Spain was fond of photography

Her servant-room was very shy furnitured.

May be the photo is somewhere here. I should find it

Chapter IV – The Photo

I am in the searching for the prove

The prove that can throw down the light

The secret place is in her room

She was afraid and decided to hide/ THE PHOTO

As written in the newspaper article

Maria saw that James…

He with big sack

Which was like the human corpse

James was going to bury it… / THE PHOTO

Maria shot him

Maria saw it

James Blackwood’s killer

James Blackwood is slayer

Maria evidenced

Maria was afraid

She knows that James can buy all judges in the world.

Enter Maria’s Room

It is dreadful to me

It is dreadful to be

Alone in the room of MARIA

This air is full of it

Of suffer and of fear

Of endless nights and

Waiting for the morning. MARIA

The Photo’s hidden

The prove of Blackwood’s blame

Somewhere here

Only in this room

I need this photo

I need this evidence

I need to know is real this photo

THIS PHOTO

I was in searching during 3 or more hours. I took a look at every little and practically invisible thing here. I did not see any sign, which could lead me to an answer. I was very tired, I had sat on Maria’s bed, which was in the corner of this small servant-room. Suddenly I had taken a look at the little toilet table near the bed. So, I decided to learn it attentively…Under it, on the floor, it seemed, I saw a little floorboard which was lighter than the other floor. Hmmm …is it Maria’s hiding-place? May be…I picked it out… there was the envelope…and in it I had found the photo.

ALL LIKE SAID IN ARTICLE

James with big sack,

like human corpse

ALL LIKE SAID IN ARTICLE

In the garden

Wants to bury … POOR KATHRYN

But if James had buried Kathryn in the garden

Who lies in the Crypt?....

I must check this thought, Now I have the photo, and probably I know where Kathryn’s grave is…it is unpleasant but I must… Dig out her and prove that there is Kathryn…

I must do

I found….I found …it is woman with scarred skull…oh my god, James’s just a beast!...may be here is Kathryn, so then Corpse in the crypt is Maria? I’m going insane, Maria’s dead…the photo is evidence…cause she couldn’t shoot if…yes, I’m going insane

There is the only place where should I go to – It is the Chapel, it is guarded by GOD he will be my protection from irrational horror here.

To the Chapel…

Chapter V – Inside the Chapel

In this God protected place

I will be in safe

I can’t forget Kathryn’s face

When I saw her in the grave,

Disfigured face which frightened me

With her dead eyes She stared at me

It seems, the part of face was bitten off

Such as a dog attacked her…

In this God protected shelter

Under Jesus’ Cross

He will be with me all this time

Time, when all it crawls

Something gathers force in cellar

Or Someone who is still alive

Someone with teeth that can disfigure

Beloved wife and kill her…

Salve Dominus / HERE OUR GOD RULES

Oro tuo / EVIL WON’T BE HERE
Salve Dominus / YOU NEED THE SHELTER

Oro tuo / TAKE THE BIBLE

Take the Bible

When I took the Bible and had opened it I saw the hiding-place inside it, there was a large beautiful golden key, which lied between the pages of the Hallowed Manuscript.

There was an omen, God helped me, He heard all my prays to Him…but what should I do with this Key…There is no door which I could open with it…Or I should seek it…

God, Give me answers

To all my questions

Where should I seek hiding place

God, Give me answers

Give me protection

Jesus, say me what is next

Large statue of Jesus

Is above the altar

And near legs there is a table

But writing on it

I can’t see ‘cause the part

Of it isn’t at its place

And I should turn it…

YOU SHOULD TURN IT

(turning the table)

(stone plate is moving and opening the hiding-door)

I’ve found the answer

To all my questions

Now I know where should I use golden key

Beyond this door must be a secret

And I must know what is there…

What is There?

One step into darkness

Chapter VI – In the Search for Components

Only darkness I see

Where does lead this door I don’t know

Only cold air I feel

Cold and warm … Cold and warm

This room is a hiding-place

It was opening long years ago

There is no human trace

For what was this room..

Again only questions

Again have no answers to it…

ONE STEP

Darkness and nothing more here

At first sight

To see something in this room

I need the candle light

Slowly I grope my way

Forward and Forward

Can I be someone’s prey

There is No back way here

In the searching for the answers

Only darkness lays beyond

All this like my schizophrenia / SCHIZOFRENIA

Never-ending torture of mind

(schizophrenia picture)

STOP

I feel something, it seems the candle

Such a fortune! I have matches in my pocket, I should seek it

…where are they…goddamn…oh, yes here are

(sound of matches firing)

Now Candle is fired

Now I see what is there

I’m closer and closer

Now Candle is fired

And now I can see

The table, the book and the feather

I think it is strange, I can’t understand

And What does host of this room use for

I should read this book…

Oh, it is the diary.

James writes in it ‘bout curse which he got

When “Dhalmaar Mask” was stolen by him

And it took place in Blackwood’s collection

Misery settled within

I think, It was writings of madman

Who had lost the only son and killed wife

But James was so sure that’s all the Demon

Which lives inside African Mask!

And he writes, he knows key to salvation

And this key is an exorcism rite

Rite needs the special antidote

Which is making of several components.

The First is The Branch, leave and fruit of African tree

The Second is The Human Tooth

The Third and the last is The Lion’s Claw

So I should try to make this antidote

But where can I find these

Ingredients

In old English mansion…but…

There must be a greenhouse

And there I can find the first

Cause James collected African Trees

I must go there

I ran to the greenhouse

I ran so fast as I could

The only hope was in my mind

And I wished it won’t be forlorn

I ran and at least I reached the greenhouse

First I saw was large garden,

There must be what I’m searching for

Yes there was little tree, I didn’t know was it African

But it had no matter to me.

I picked up branch, some leaves and fruits of it and put it in my pocket

I found the First!

The second is the human tooth

No doubt that this tooth I can find only at one place…

Poor Kathryn you must help me

I should dig you out again

Poor Kathryn you must help me

I should take your tooth OUT

And the second ingredient is found

The third is the Lion’s Claw

It’s almost impossible to try to find it here

But I saw something in Blackwood Gallery

African gallery

It seemed to be the Necklace made of predators’ claws

May be these were Lion’s claws

I should go there again and steal this third component

Yes, here are they

Three components for Ritual / RITUAL

Now I can make the mixture

The magic mixture for Ritual / RITUAL

Let the ritual begins…

Chapter VII – Ready to Escape

I fear to begin the ritual

I’m ready to escape / ready to escape

From here From Blackwood house

I want to run away

Without magic rituals

Oh I’m so tired

I must prepare my car to escape

Accumulate engine

And drive away, flee away

This is the one – what I now need

All these mysteries are killing me

Slowly, sadistically watching me

It lurks, it creeps and wraps up in the fog

It scraps at nights I can not hear it more

I’m ready to escape

Drive away Flee away

I should do the only step

To my car and drive away from here….

But I must know what is the evil here

I must / YOU MUST

Throw down / THE SHROUD

OF THE MYSTERY

I should go there

And make the magic mixture

What is it there?

Exorcise the creature…

Exorcise the creature…

Exorcise…

LET THE RITUAL BEGINS

Chapter IX – Evil is Gone!/Is Evil Gone?

Is Evil Gone?

Now when Ritual is finished

And African Curse went away

Evil is Gone!

The mystery’s discovered

By writer, who could win this battle.

Evil is Gone

Evil is Gone

Spirit’s in calm

The Evil is Gone!!!

Evil is Gone!

Evil is Gone!

Gone!

Now I can rest, I have exorcised the demon

I’ve chanted the mask

The evil is gone…

Ohh…

I’m so tired. Time to sleep

Only One more night here…and it is the end

(scratches sounds)

BUT WHAT A HELL!!!!

Do I hear!

Chapter X – Scratches Again

I do not believe in it!

It’s not the truth, It is my disease

Am I so sick? Cause I here these

SCRATCHES AGAIN!!!!

SCRATCHES AGAIN!!!!

SCRATCHES AGAIN!!!!

Ohh.. I know it’s not a

Hallucination of mind

Someone’s still alive and it

Wants to taste my sweety meat..

Who are you

Let me go!

Evil!!!!!

Where are you

Hear! Don’t you hear little drummer beats the fireplace

Flashes and colors. They are dancing tonight!!!

Shadows are here… Don’t take me with you!!!!!

Evil spawns!!!!

Where are you!!!!

Am I insane… Yes! I’ll die here. It’s my grave!

But first I must know… who is my murderer!!!

I’m going to this fireplace

I’m breaking it up

I enter it….

I’m going down and down

Here is the room? What a hell

Little teddybear? Spots of blood? Bones? Fleshes.

- Christofer?

What a hell … here is the hole

So dark!!! Eyes?

What a hell. Don’t kill me macabre!”

The Storyteller:

“Michael turned and ran, ran, ran,

Ran from this evil mansion

He didn’t notice he was in his car

He was so frightened

He couldn’t think about the little drummer

He fled away as fast as he can…

EPILOGUE (INSTRUMENTAL)

May be Arthate understood all what happened with him

May be not.

The scratches at the fireplace during long nights.

Long and Hungry nights.

The Thirst for food, meat or blood, bones or something else is so strong

There was not an African curse. The simple boy, who was not the same.

Little poor Robin Blackwood is still thirsting in his prison since his birth.

Yes… So if you hear the scratches in the night…Don’t think about rats or…

Listen to it attentively…”

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